Wood, Autumn Oaks, 1933
The crickets felt it was their duty to warn everybody that summertime cannot last for ever. Even on the most beautiful days in the whole year – the days when summer is changing into autumn – the crickets spread the rumor of sadness and change.
E.B. White, from Charlotte’s Web
What if the cricket's song is one praising Autumn's joy and glorious transformation?

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